He was turning 40 tomorrow.What an age, he thought to himself as he sat in his favorite rocking chair, when did I get so damn old? Fred remembered whe... he was nineteen with thick black hair that was constantly gelled back, tight jeans, and his most prided possession; a studded leather jacket. He still had the black hair, even though he had tell-tale grey spots, and the jeans and jacket were probably in the attic surrounded by dust bunnies which didn't matter really as they wouldn't fit him. "Daddy, I don't want to deal with her."He scrubbed his face with both hands, "Gia, she's still your mother. Don't let our divorce affect your relationship with her." I pushed my chair away from the table and ran upstairs to my room. Daddy shouldn't be defending her. As far as I'm concerned, she's no longer apart of our lives. I told myself not to worry about it. Tomorrow I'll be 18 and then I can finally have Daddy...I woke up in the morning and there was a note on my nightstand. It read:Dear. I dig my tongue deep into Her core, making sure to not disappoint as I had Her expecting the best from me. Around Her clit, tracing circles. Backwards and forwards. Up and down. Short, gentle jabs. Up and down the length of Her slit. With each moan I get from Her, it is even more motivation for me.As I continue to lick my Mistress's wet sex, my legs are slightly bent. My thong is now soaked from my juices, my clit swollen from arousal. Without me knowing, both Haley and Kat had come back in.As. Snow meant ice, and salt on the roads. He hated what that did to his vehicle’s underside. His eyes caught sight of a small red car, stopped at a light to let him go through, and for a second he thought it might be Tanya. But the thought passed as quickly as the fleeting glimpse of the car. Tanya was gone, most likely dead. No chance that she would be here. Not after eight years. Tanya had been William’s fiancé, a glowing chestnut girl with a soft laugh and a will of steel. She and William had.